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WHO ME? For as long as I can remember, I’ve been winging it. My first memories of life are joyous, carefree, active and naive. As I grew up and started to understand my childhood circumstances, only then did I learn that I did not have a very great start.

THE LEARNING CURVE

The first 6 years of my life were that of a child living in a home where addiction ruled the roost. By the age of 6 my parents had been on a 4 year bender with the lovely drug, meth. Of course, as a six year old, I assumed everyones parents never slept. At age 6 things were so out of control for my parents, I could sense the stress and the sadness that overwhelmed my home up until that fateful moment my dad left for inpatient treatment. I remember my mother crying, my baby sister, my friends and missing my dad. Upon his return, everything changed. I grew to understand my childhood wasn’t perfect but we were digging ourselves out of that darkness.

From then on my parents did their best to become the ideal family. I was thrown into every sport imaginable and became a very competitive athlete. The drive I had to excel physically was unstoppable. The biggest benefit was the time I got to spend with my dad one on one perfecting my game. We even got a mini-van! That didn’t last long, but I remember as a kid really feeling like we finally fit in with the other families.

In my teen years, my drive dwindled as boys and money became more important. Making money meant freedom and freedom meant boys. I threw in the towel on my softball career as soon as I could drive a vehicle and get a job and spend all of my time with my boyfriend, which resulted in a teen pregnancy.

My teen years were also the start of feeling an intense need to control my circumstances. This followed me all the way through my early twenties, until I started to find my athlete self again. All of the worry, all of the anxiety, the intense need for control all started to dissipate as I reconnected with 10 year old Tiffany. When life was easy.

I rounded a corner somewhere around age 27 after fumbling through my twenties grasping onto anything I felt gave me control of my life and motherhood. Suddenly I was able to let go, move forward with the intention of handling my life with a loose grip and this blog is to move forward in teaching this “fine art” because I truly believe it’s a life changer for young women, and mothers.

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